Lucian had just stepped out of the office, a single file in his hand, when he saw Serena approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. The document he held was forgotten almost immediately, his full attention shifting to the woman heading straight toward him.
There was a strange look on her face—something unreadable at first. Lucian's gaze lingered on her, puzzled. At a distance, he almost mistook it for discomfort, but as she drew nearer, the look sharpened into something unmistakable—anger. A deep, burning anger.
She was frowning hard.
His brows knitted.
What was wrong?
"Did you fight with Vincent when he came here to see me?" she asked, her voice sharp and cutting. Her eyes held a fire so intense it looked like it could melt steel.
